Chapter 787

"Three months?"

"Three years."

Now even Misato Katsuragi fell silent.

0 begging for flowers

Live stream room.

"Holy crap, so you only saw your biological father once when you were in the fifth grade? The most unfamiliar familiar person, right?"

"Listening to this tone, having grown up this much, you've probably only seen him two or three times?"

Hiss, is this treating him like he was born as a piece of burnt pork?"

"Looks like there's no mother either, holy crap, this kid is so miserable."

"What a sin, if you didn't want him, why give birth to him..."

Some people also looked at the autistic and introverted Shinji Ikari, thought of something, and said hesitantly: "Could it be related to the Apostle?"

After all, the Apostle's special mental field called the Terror Field also seems to get stronger the more autistic one is.

"Thinking too much, that's an Apostle, these ordinary people aren't even as good as me?"

Also true, that's an Apostle.

This brother racked his brains, always feeling like something was missing.

In the elevator.

Iori Kitahara put his big hand on the boy's head: "Kid, biological fathers and biological fathers are different. This one of yours is just a stranger with a blood relationship. Don't hold expectations, you'll get hurt..."

"Big Brother Kitahara..."

Shinji Ikari lowered his head, somewhat touched.

"Expectations..."

Misato Katsuragi, who wanted to say something but stopped, didn't pull any nonsense like normal adults about how father and son should be, or how a son should understand an adult.

The next moment.

She suddenly looked around, her expression changed: "Oh no, I'm lost again."

Kitahara and the downcast Shinji Ikari slowly produced a question mark.

Are you sure you're the Department Chief here?

Two minutes later.

The silver elevator door slowly opened, and a woman with short blonde hair in a lab coat held her forehead: "First Lieutenant Katsuragi, everyone's time is very tight now, we're short-handed, and you're still..."

"Gomen, gomen..."

Misato Katsuragi tried to muddle through, then quickly introduced: "This is Dr. Ritsuko Akagi from the First Technical Division."

Ritsuko Akagi sighed and looked at Shinji Ikari, who was as thin as an elementary school student: "Is this that boy?"

"Yes, the Third Children selected according to the Marduk Report."

"And this one?"

The gorgeous blonde woman looked again at the young man in the corner trying to lower his presence, and the handcuffs layered three deep, her expression strange.

Is this some prehistoric giant beast?

Misato Katsuragi pondered: "Superman? Alien? Anyway, he shouldn't be human anymore, at least for now."

"Hey hey hey, saying others aren't human is too rude, right? Prisoners have human rights too."

Immediately.

Iori Kitahara was dissatisfied, waving his hands, making a crisp sound of metal colliding.

Hearing Misato Katsuragi's description, Ritsuko Akagi's eyes lit up like a carnivore.

Iori Kitahara immediately shrank back: "You guy, you don't want to slice me up, do you? I want to call a lawyer."

At this time.

Ritsuko Akagi withdrew her gaze regretfully.

Business first.

As for the threat of this unknown lifeform?

Heh, the size of the body alone determines that he is worlds apart from the Apostle.

"Follow me to the ship, time is very tight, the ground troops might not be able to hold on much longer. Tsk, it's much more terrifying than expected, the Apostle."

Surrounded by various alloy cliffs, driving in the red seawater in the middle, several people arrived at the sky bridge.

A giant object in gorgeous purple-blue armor appeared before their eyes with great impact.

Immediately.

The live stream room went quiet directly.

"This is the ultimate general-purpose humanoid decisive weapon developed by our NERV, the Artificial Human Unit-01 (EVANGELION-01), humanity's last trump card!"

"EV... A"

Shinji Ikari looked at the gorgeous purple armor that only revealed the collarbone and above from the water surface, feeling inexplicably close to it.

The live stream room was even crazier.

"Holy crap, a Gundam!!!"

"Damn, what a cool Gundam! Holy crap crap crap crap!!"

Hundreds of millions of people widened their eyes, excited like flies rubbing their hands.

Men are boys until they die.

Driving a Gundam is a man's romance.

If you talk about that pile of treasures of the Flash, which one do the boys want most? The Supreme God Machine would definitely rank in the top ten.

But the Supreme God Machine is visible but untouchable, and even if you can touch it, you don't dare to.

And now.........

All the men were excited.

"Streamer, it doesn't matter if you die, please be sure to bring the Gundam back."

Even an old man over sixty stood up from his wheelchair in excitement, waving his money: "Yeah, streamer, believe in yourself, a mere Apostle is enough with you, it would be great if you could take the EVA as a reward, as long as you can steal... take a few back to Earth, I'm willing to pay two billion, in US dollars!!!"

For an elementary school student, it might be a bit childish.

But for a sixty-year-old man like him, it's just right.

"Damn, I'll pay five hundred magic crystals, customize one like the Supreme God Machine for me."

A piece of fanaticism.

Driving a hundred-meter mini version of the Supreme God Machine, he would be the coolest guy on the whole Earth.

"Honestly, is this thing really useful? I remember humanoid machines don't have practical value; planes and tanks are the best designs, right?"

"Not practical, and it can become humanity's last trump card?"

Because of the damn machine, this is actually an Apostle.

On the steel sky bridge.

That overwhelming grandeur and suffocating feeling made every hair on Iori Kitahara's body stand up.

429. What kind of cult Gundam, the armor is all meat underneath!

Shinji Ikari and the others didn't feel it.

But as a Mage, Iori Kitahara could clearly feel that this was a remnant of a mythical lifeform similar to the previous Apostle, but with an essence exceeding it by N times.

Compared to the unknown thing under the purple armor in front of him, calling the previous Apostle an ant would be a compliment.

What kind of robot is this.

This overwhelming divine majesty, that kind of immense presence......

Are you sure you didn't take advantage of a sealed god sleeping, cut off its limbs, and put a layer of restraint seal on it?

Putting on a layer of armor makes it an artificial human?

Yes.

The steel armor like a small mountain outside isn't for defense at all; in his eyes, it's clearly to limit and cover up the essence of this giant.

Iori Kitahara, who had been calm since the beginning and silently mixed into the official ranks, discovered that things had gotten serious.

In fact.